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*[[Kick His A$S!!|Previously]], Carl had been seen driving a Chrysler 300. However, Sarah mentions that he is now driving a BMW. | *[[Kick His A$S!!|Previously]], Carl had been seen driving a Chrysler 300. However, Sarah mentions that he is now driving a BMW. | ||
*Sarah's name in the youtube tags is incorrectly spelled "Sara". This is assumed to be a typo. | *Sarah's name in the youtube tags is incorrectly spelled "Sara". This is assumed to be a typo. | ||
+ | *Sarah is wearing a [[cap]]. |
Revision as of 01:57, 2 April 2008
Fries And A Shakedown | |
Blogger | Sarah |
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Date Posted | April 1st, 2008 |
URL | old.LG15.com |
Forum | [16897 forum discussion] |
Length | 2:11 |
Description | I tried to get information out of Carl. What a bust. |
Location(s) | The rented house, In-N-Out |
YouTube Tags | lonelygirl15 Fries And Shakedown Emma Girl Tied Up bree danielbeast jonastko sara hymn of one |
Music | "Hypodermic" by Rocket City Riot |
Cast | |
Sarah | Alexandra Dreyfus |
Carl | Craig Coyne |
Adjacent Blogs | |
Previous | "I'm On Fire" |
Next | none |
Previous by Sarah | "Hostage Crisis" |
Fries And A Shakedown is the four-hundred fiftieth video in the lonelygirl15 video series. It is also the fortieth video of season three. Fries And A Shakedown is the four-hundred fiftieth video in the lonelygirl15 video series. It is also the fortieth video of season three.
Transcript
(Sarah pops up in front of the camera in her room.)
Sarah: So! I called Carl for lunch today. Talk about a cheapskate. Ugh!
(Sarah falls backward onto the bed. Cut to her in the passenger seat of Carl's car as he drives.)
Sarah: You drive a BMW. I just thought that we'd go somewhere to eat that, you know, we didn't have to eat off of a carboard tray. (Pans the camera to show them parked in front of an In-N-Out.) I guess I just expected something more from a man on the Verdus payroll.
Carl: (Laughs.) I'm not with them anymore. I'm doing non-profit work now?
Sarah: Ah! Hence the drive-thru lunch.
Carl: Well it's nice to see you, too. (Laughs.)
Sarah: Hey. I brought the camera, so the relationship must be going somewhere. Besides, I had to get out of that house; it's like a fricking anxiety convention in there. (Rolls her eyes.)
Carl: 'Cause of Gina?
Sarah: Yeah. Come on, tell the truth: did you think that Bree's mom was expecting us outside Verdus?
Carl: Enough. It's, uh... It's obvious.
Sarah: What?
Carl: Well, they sent you, didn't they? Look, you're trying to dig up info on Bree's mom and that's why I get the random "Hey, let's go to lunch, Carl." (Laughs.) You know, subtlety's never been your strong suit. I know you, remember?
(Cut to Sarah sitting on the floor in front of her bed.)
Sarah: Hey may be pretty... (In a southern accent.) But he ain't dumb. As much as I hate to admit it, Carl deserves some credit. But you know what? I did want to find out anything I could about Bree's mom. (Sighs.) I know I'm not everyone's favorite person around here... But Gina got abducted. And, yes, that affected me; just like everybody else.
(Cut to Carl in the car.)
Carl: I understand why you're here. You know, I respect it, even. So now that we're being honest with each other, you know, no ulterior motives, I guess I can ask: Do you still feel anything for me?
Sarah: I feel... comfortable, I guess.
Carl: (Laughs.) Well that's a start. (Laughs and turns to Sarah.) I guess. (Sarah laughs uneasily.) How do you want your burger?
Sarah: No onions. And if you get it without a bun, you are officially lame.
Carl: What? I'm trying to work on my abs.
(Cut to Sarah lying on her bed, looking up at the camera.)
Sarah: You can have all the abs you want. But when the party starts, (Whispers.) that's not what counts if you know what I'm sayin'.
Notes
- Previously, Carl had been seen driving a Chrysler 300. However, Sarah mentions that he is now driving a BMW.
- Sarah's name in the youtube tags is incorrectly spelled "Sara". This is assumed to be a typo.
- Sarah is wearing a cap.